literally

i've had such an interesting day already and its only 2:11.

woke up, turned in my not walking notification for graduation.
"you're not walking? why?"
"because i don't want to. i do what i want."
"are you sad?"
"no, blow me."

then i went to lynwood's and did some burning of the buttocks.

drove out to the awesomest of the awesome, GALPIN FORD commune (hopefully someone from ford will send me money for product placement) and dropped off my farcus for an alarm installation.
walked across the street (galpin totally has a commune full of starving sales artists spread out over a three block radius in the asspit of the Valley) to their parts department to get a cargo net so i can finally net my roudy cargo. tom fits in the trunk. i totally could too since the farcus has a deep deep trunk region. but i can't figure out a way to try it out without looking awkward. hopefully someone will read this, come over, and tell me to try and fit in my trunk so i can blame it on them.

anyway, i then went to denny's and had a tasty veggie omelet. i wrote a scene . i read some adaptation theory. then i walked next door to the GALPIN JAGUAR Starbucks (more product placement dollhairs) and am now trying to write some of my Urban paper while not watching the discovery channel's "big, bigger, biggest"

FYI: Heathrow has over 150,000,000 travelers per day or something ridiculous like that. i hope it's per year because the idea of 150,000,000 people in the air every day is way frightening. it's probably way more than that. ack, i'm scaring myself and i now everytime i look up at the sky i'm going to imagine 150,000,000 people falling on my head.